Prompt courtesy: We write poems
I hardly contain my excitement,
At the prospect of an encounter,
Is there the perfect one, ever?
To take on my muse’s character.
Can there be the sanctuary?
The kind that can impart,
Wings to the humdrum pen
To turn words into works of art.
Is it just the unassuming chair,
And the mundane cluttered desk,
Or need it be wistfully quixotic?
The quaint café with patch picturesque.
Do I really need any of these?
Or am I seeking out props?
Is it just enough to have –
My words and my thoughts?